Skipping Out

I'm beat.

It's mostly that great 'first trimester fatigue'.

We have our care group at our house on Tuesday nights. Tonight after dinner, Dwayne looked at me and must have realized how tired I felt.

He told me to skip out tonight. "Go upstairs, relax, go to sleep early."

At first, I thought, 'I can't do that! Not care group!' The more I thought about it, though, the more I thought it might be a good idea.

So that's where I am. Upstairs. Hiding out. Blogging. My two youngest children are asleep and the oldest has no idea I'm up here, either.

And I don't feel guilty...I feel like I will come out of this feeling rested.